Quotes About Melancholy

I preach that odd defiant melancholy that sees the dreadful loneliness of the human soul and the pitiful disaster of human life as ever redeemable and redeemed by compassion, friendship and love.

The soft complaining flute,In dying notes, discoversThe woes of hopeless lovers.

I strongly wish for what I faintly hope; like the daydreams of melancholy men, I think and think in things impossible, yet love to wander in that golden maze.

Please, understand that your life is bad and dreary!

I walked in the meadows of green grieving for my life.

The whole house seemed to exhale a melancholy breath of emptiness

But solitude is sadness.' 'Yes; it is sadness. Life, however, has worse than that. Deeper than melancholy lies heart-break.

Calico Pie,The little Birds flyDown to the calico tree,Their wings were blue,And they sang "Tilly-loo!"Till away they flew—And they never came back to me!

Miniver Cheevy, child of scorn,Grew lean while he assailed the seasons;He wept that he was ever born,And he had reasons.

Miniver Cheevy, born too late,Scratched his head and kept on thinking;Miniver coughed and called it fate,And kept on drinking.

Small white clouds floated in the blue sky above, and on the street a flute vendor was playing the flute - a sharp, soft, sinuous, Oriental tune that twisted and turned in the ear like embroidery, like a picture of a dream in a novel, a trail of white mist coming out from under the bed curtain and unfurling all sorts of images, slowly uncoiling like a lazy snake, till finally the drowsiness is just too great, and even the dream falls asleep.

I went to the window and looked out at the September evening. Though still hot with the vanished sun, the dusk, with its suggestion of autumn and nights drawing in, sent shivers of excitement up and down my spine. I thought of sex and sin; of my body and all the men in the world who would never sleep with it. I felt a vague, melancholy sensation running through me, not at all unpleasant.

Unterwegs auf der Straße fühlte er eine innere Leere entstehen, etwas wie eine existenzielle Schwermut als Folge von Befremden.

Aquí estoy, sentado sobre esta piedra aparente. Solo mi memoria sabe lo que encierra. La veo y me recuerdo, y como el agua va al agua, así yo, melancólico, vengo a encontrarme en su imagen cubierta por el polvo, rodeada por las hierbas, encerrada en sí misma y condenada a la memoria y a su variado espejo. La veo, me veo y me transfiguro en multitud de colores y de tiempos. Estoy y estuve en muchos ojos. Yo solo soy memoria y la memoria que de mí se tenga.

Muchas veces las gentes lloran porque encuen. tran las cosas demasiado bellas. Lo que les hace llorar, no es el deseo de poseerlas, sino esa profunda melanocolÍa que sentimos por todo lo que no es, por todo lo que no alcanza su plenitud.

perfectly happy momma goes out into the fields. she eavesdrops on herself, in case somewhere deep inside a melody rings out or a blackbird sings, but all that she hears, is only the cancer, which saws and eats away at her.

Silted-up residues of the years smouldered uninterruptedly—and not without melancholy—in the maroon brickwork of these medieval closes: beyond the cobbles and archways of which (in a more northerly direction) memory also brooded, no less enigmatic and inconsolable, among water-meadows and avenues of trees: the sombre demands of the past becoming at times almost suffocating in their insistence.

My despair is less despair than boredom and loneliness.

Romance is very pretty in novels, but the romance of a life is always a melancholy matter. They are most happy who have no story to tell.

Medvienko: Why do you always wear black? Masha: I am in mourning for my life. I am unhappy

I am in mourning for my life. I am unhappy.

When everything is finished, the mornings are sad.

Possessed with a thousand thoughts of past joys

And then I heard Nico's voice. It was a song I've never heard before. I struggled to make out the lyrics. "You were my hands," I heard him sing. "You were my eyes. There's nothing left to reach for now, nothing left to see.